I took a chicken for a ride in the bumper of a 74 F150 once.
I had a landlord, life-long bachelor (deceased), that had a few dozen laying hens. He would feed them dried whole corn, ON the cob! Their beaks would wear down due to that and their age. When one would be found dead in the coop, he would lay it on top of the trunk lid for his daily drive to the local cafe (about 7 miles). It would blow off along the way, providing sustanance for the buzzards and coyotes in our neighborhood.
One morning he awoke to find one of his farm geese had died. He was sure it was not sick, just old. So he dressed it out, and gave it to his 80 plus yr old widowed aunt for a Christmas goose. She told him, weeks later, that other than being a little tough, it was alright.
I could write a book on the the man. I haven’t even mentioned the most hilarious things I witnessed.